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Wednesday, March 24, 2004

I saw my mom this morning, clutching a picture of her and my dad.

Gut wrenching doesn't begin to describe it.

We emptied out my dad's side of the closet last night, and we're going ship most of his clothes to the Philippines. Before we packed everything, my mom, sister and I each saved our favorite pieces of clothing. My mom saved the shirts he used to wear when they'd both go casino hopping. My sister kept all of his Hawaiian shirts and a sweater he wore at my mom's birthday this year. I kept a couple of vintage looking shirts, and a sweater.

I was fine for a little while, until my sister brought in a grey polo shirt that I bought for my father last year when I went to Walt Disney World during Spring Break. In an instant, the memories came flooding back of when I was walking through the Magic Kingdom "super store" and tried to find a cool shirt to get my dad. This one said "75 Years of Magic Mickey Walt Disney World".

When my sister brought it to me, she said "Daddy really loved this shirt and wore it all the time...you know that, right?"

Although I had bought the shirt just last year, it looked like it had been around for several. You can tell it had been washed many times, and started to fade a little.

When I held it...I could see my dad in it...as if it was yesterday...

and I was overcome...

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